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Editor: Vince M. Brennan (submitted 2005-11-30).   Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 51 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Copyright (c) 2004 by V. M. Brennan
Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2005-08-30).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 39 kB   Copyright: Personal
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Editor: Claudio Macchi (submitted 2000-10-02).   Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 80 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Finale file is zipped.

General Information

Title: Lady, when I behold the roses (a4)
Composer: John Wilbye

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1598

Description: This is Wilbye's 4-part setting. For his 6-part setting of the same text, see Lady, when I behold the roses (a6)

External websites: Source: http://imslp.org/wiki/Madrigals_-_Set_1_%28Wilbye,_John%29 - number 10.

Original text and translations

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Lady, when I behold the roses sprouting,
Which clad in damask mantles deck the arbours,
And then behold your lips, where sweet Love harbours,
My eyes present me with a double doubting.
For, viewing both alike, hardly my mind supposes
Whether the roses be your lips or your lips the roses.